Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Austria and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Lou Christie to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Liliput. All the underground hits.
All Lyres tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Image Ltd. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantytec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MC5,
CMW,
Dave Gahan,
Donny Hathaway,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Radiohead,
Minny Pops,
The Litter,
Simply Red,
Jeff Mills,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lou Christie,
Frankie Knuckles,
Massinfluence,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bobby Byrd,
Schoolly D,
Agent Orange,
The Golliwogs,
The Happenings,
Circle Jerks,
Sparks,
Boredoms,
Ituana,
A Certain Ratio,
Section 25,
Groovy Waters,
Johnny Clarke,
Joensuu 1685,
Siglo XX,
The Toasters,
Oblivians,
Sun Ra,
Con Funk Shun,
Altered Images,
The Five Americans,
Procol Harum,
The Fugs,
Delta 5,
Animal Collective,
Prince Buster,
One Last Wish,
Skriet,
Jacques Brel,
Nils Olav,
Dorothy Ashby,
Derrick Morgan,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bluetip,
AZ,
The Stooges,
Crispy Ambulance,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lalann,
R.M.O.,
Idris Muhammad,
Black Moon,
Pulsallama,
Quantec,
Kevin Saunderson,
Absolute Body Control,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The United States of America,
Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.